It's Called Art.

From the New Yorker magazine, a concise explanation of why I have no interest in modern art:

In 2004, an installation by the Japanese

artist Noritoshi Hirakawa consisted of a

pretty and prim young woman sitting in

a chair, reading a Philip Pullman novel,

and next to her, on the floor, a little heap

of her excrement, which she renewed each

morning.

page 34, May 7, 2012.

Let's Go To The Mall Redux

OK, I'm more than a little older than the teeny-bopper crowd the recent inane hit, Call Me Maybe, is aimed at, but does anyone else see the similarity between that dopey song and the farcical "hit" by Robin Sparkles created for the story line of the TV program, How I Met Your Mother?

I mean, beyond the fact that both singers are Canadian.